In her daze, Xie Qiao caught the scent of food. Hunger surged up from having skipped breakfast, and the movement in her stomach made her open her eyes.
The moment she opened them, she saw a boxed meal in front of her, while Wang Yan was wolfing down his food and drink nearby.
She pushed herself up from the desk and immediately let out a cry of pain.
Seeing Wang Yan's questioning look, she said, "My arms and legs are all numb. Ow..."
Numb limbs were certainly unpleasant. Wang Yan said, "Stand for a while and let your blood circulate. It'll be better in two or three minutes. Have some water to moisten your mouth. Your lips are dry."
"I'm dehydrated from the fever..." Xie Qiao got to her feet and drank some bottled water.
The moment Wang Yan heard her tone as if she were about to die, he knew she was still worrying about the flu.
"Enough. If I said you're fine, then you're fine. Don't keep dwelling on it. The more you think about it, the more likely you might actually come down with it. The human body can be pretty susceptible to the mind sometimes. Besides, I'm such a big boss—what if I really caught it? You need to tell yourself it's just an ordinary fever, definitely not the flu. Got it?"
"Ugh..." Xie Qiao said. "My head feels all muddled right now."
"Side effects of the fever medicine. You're groggy from sleeping." Wang Yan put it simply. "If that doesn't work, stomp your feet a couple of times. You'll wake right up."
"Forget it. My legs are still numb."
"That's exactly why you should use the numbness in your legs to stimulate your brain and wake yourself up."
In the end, Xie Qiao did not